All May Be Lost

Laptop crashed and, thus far, they have been unable to recover anything.

All my stories. All the videos I knew I wanted to keep; including all the Star Trek I had only the previous evening begun transferring to my hard drive, all my photos, and all my stories, and all the files I had saved from my older laptop; which I am on now, with a cobbled together set up.

At this moment I really don't know whether it's worth carrying on.

I was finally feeling as if, despite everything, I was getting somewhere wiht organising my chaotic online life, and now everything I felt was important, and wortyh saving; so far, may now be lost.

It feels like there's no point.

I think I may just quit.

The thought of having to go back to the beginning and doing all that again is just too exhausting.

I can hardly be bothered with doing more than is absolutely necessary to keep myself goimg so I can take care of the cats.

I hate my life; I hate myself, and I look around me and all I can see is miserably hateful; disgusting and evil peopl triumphing everywhere.